…“Currently, the Saudi Arabian Minister of Foreign Affairs is Prince Bandar Al-Fad. He’s a wise man but was born with poor health, so since then, Prince Rashid and Prince Ali have been locked in a covert power struggle over diplomatic dominance. Prince Al Faisal is Ali’s younger brother; they are very close siblings born from the same mother. He withdrew early from the power struggle and established a business…”

It was the usual dirty story.

Where there is power, there are always bugs. And if there’s money, even more so. As these bugs multiply, the situation only becomes filthier and more complicated.

Most of the bugs dwell not outside where others can see but rather inside. If someone speaks of it so openly, then the interior must be exuding a foul stench beyond imagination.

“Good grief… that side never has a calm day, huh.”

Jeong Tae-ui muttered while chewing on dried plums. The soft dried fruit was very sweet. Rolling the fruit between his fingers—the kind that would be like honey to those living under the scorching heat—he continued speaking.

“If someone willingly steps into that mess, that’s one thing, but I really wish they wouldn’t drag some random, unrelated person into it, that’s all.”